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By the end of my camping career there was also a field between the Lodge and the Waterfront, though we had yet to name it (I was pushing for the 'grassy knoll' because it had a hill, and that's hilarious).
Despite these large grassy expanses, we hardly spent time in any of them--well, maybe First Field sometimes, but our soccer nets were always falling apart and the kids were about as likely to sit under a tree as run across it (it was girl scout camp, I'm not sure what you expected).
Then I bought a bunch more kites (mostly miniature ones because it's funny), but by then the fun of it had mostly worn off.
...Sorry. I thought this story would be a bit more exciting, but I seem to have lost the punchline. Perhaps it got trapped in a tree?